Is that [ALEXANDER LUDWIG]? No, that’s [YRIC]. The [28] year old [OMEGA] [CIS-MALE] is a [HUNTER] in the [FENRIR] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [CONFIDENT] & [OUTGOING], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [BULL-HEADED] & [RESTLESS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [BODY WORSHIP, WRESTLING, PUBLIC SEX] but don’t even think about trying [SCAT, GORE] with them.
BASIC INFORMATION;
Name: Yric
Nicknames: Bastard, None - give him some?
Age: Twenty-Eight
Secondary Gender: Omega
Occupation: Hunter in the Fenrir pack
APPEARANCE;
Height: 6′2
Weight: 226 pounds
Build: Athletic, Muscular
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Shaved/Trimmed/Natural: Light coating of hair on his chest
Wolf Color: Solid White
Wolf Size/Build: Average size, slim build
SEX;
Kinks: Body Worship, Wrestling, Public Sex, Flip-Fucking, Breeding, Musk/Sweat, Power Bottoming, Dominating, Submitting, Service Topping, Praise, Humiliation/Degradation (Light), Daddy-Play, Open To Others
Anti-Kinks: Vore, Gore, Age-Play, Feminization
BIOGRAPHY;
When Yric came into this world, crying out as a small infant, he was only given one name – no last name, as he was the product of an affair his dame had had on her mate. His father was a nobleman, one that managed to charm his way under his mother’s dress and squirted him into her belly, and her mate had been furious. How dare she cheat on him, how dare she ridicule the Radulfr name and humiliate him? While he doted on his eldest son, he treated the bastard with great disdain and just saw him as a stain on his family legacy. It didn’t help, either, that the boy had been a scrawny runt for most of his youth, making it all the more obvious that Yric wasn’t his – given that all of the Radulfr’s he had sired were thick, muscular, strong – but Yric took it in stride as his dame always told him that he was still worthy, no matter what his step-father said.
Still, though, he was always treated poorly by his step-father and given very little – often thrown the scraps of food and the hand-me-down clothes – but Yric never let it show that it got to him. Instead he looked up to his older brothers, never holding it against them that their father treated him like filth while he doted on them and raised them to be the best Radulfr wolf they could be. And Aurelio was the one he idolized the most, almost imagining being just like him when he got older so that one day, his step-father wouldn’t hate him as he did now.
But then Aurelio became an Omega, and the shame that came down on the family seemed to increase ten fold and while Aurelio was mistreated, any respect Yric had gotten from his step-father was gone in an instant and he was treated even worse than before. That he was a disgrace, a runt, an abomination that he should’ve killed the first chance he got – but because he couldn’t prove that he wasn’t his, he had to give him a roof over his head and food in his belly – and that the only reason he was allowed to live was because despite her being a whore, he still loved his dame.
The words were definitely hard to hear, but Yric knew that he could prove he was worthy. He knew that he was going to make his dame proud, and he’d do what he could to make his step-father proud too. Of course, when he presented as an Omega, too, that only added fuel to the fire but he was determined to prove that he was still capable of whatever it was he wanted. And because he was still small, at least in terms of build as he had shot up to over six feet tall in a manner of a year, he knew that it would only benefit his speed and make him an absolutely lethal hunting machine.
And it did. He quickly became known as a fierce hunter, and if any Alpha wanted to make a quip of his skills because he was an Omega? He was quick to fight them, using the fight training he learned from his step-father and brothers, and in time, they began to see that he wasn’t a pushover despite his scrawny stature. And when Aurelio took him under his wing, training him even further and pushing him harder than he ever had been pushed before? He started to build more and more muscle until he looked like he actually possessed the Radulfr name.
Of course, he didn’t, and though he looked more like a member of the man’s family, his step-father wanted nothing to do with him and he had set out to arrange a mating for him with a wolf from another pack. At first he had been a bit skeptical, given that the wolf in question was one that was hardly social and didn’t seem capable of cracking a smile – until one evening when he found himself in need of getting a wound from a buck cleaned and stitched together that he found himself seeing the softer side of the Alpha. That the wolf was someone that put a hundred and ten percent into his work, wanting everyone to be at their healthiest, and as the alpha began to spend more time with him, Yric began to think that maybe being mated to him wouldn’t be so bad.
Eventually the two of them did wind up mating, though Yric wouldn’t say he’s in love with the guy. Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely liked the guy and enjoyed being around him – when he wasn’t his sullen, standoffish self or pressuring him to have children – but the two of them still didn’t know one another that well because there were so many walls around the Alpha that it was taking longer than normal to reach his heart. It was nice, though, to live in a cabin with just one wolf instead of a whole pack of them, and the sex with the Alpha was great, but part of him wondered… was he going to be stuck in a loveless marriage?
And if so, would he grow to resent any children that his mate would have, just as his step-father did of him? Every time he looked at the pup that his mate was raising, after the untimely death of its dame and its sire rejecting it, he couldn’t help but wonder these things but he shoved it down because he knew there was no way he was going to ostracize a child that wasn’t his. At least… he hoped so.
Is that [IAN BOHEN]? No, that’s [VINCENT HALE]. The [39] year old [OMEGA] [MALE] is a [HEALER] in the [VENOIS] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [KIND] & [CARING], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [INSECURE] & [JEALOUS]. Their friends also say that they’re into [BREEDING & EXHIBITIONISM] but don’t even think about trying [SCAT & GORE] with them.
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Vincent Hale
Nickname(s): Vince
Age: 39
Secondary Gender: Omega
Occupation: Healer in the Venois Pack
Pack (born): Twin brother, two sisters (one older, one younger)
Pack(former): 27 wolves; all ages, 17 alphas, 10 omegas
Dislikes: hurting others, hunger, cold, being alone, food going bad
APPEARANCE
Height: 5'9
Weight: 155 pounds
Build: lean, slightly muscular, teeny tiny little bit on the bigger side
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue af
Wolf Color: this is him
SEX
Kinks: Exhibitionism, Rough sex, Praise, Clothed Sex, Sweat/Musk/Scenting in general, Biting, Marking, Rimming (receiving), Older/chubby Partners, Humiliation (receiving), Oral (giving), Sleepy/Wake-up sex (receiving), food play & probably more
Anti-Kinks: Topping, Scat, Gore, Vore, Bondage
Note: Vincent is 200% bottom. There is no tweaking that.
The Story~
Vincent was born into a very traditional, wealthy pack of wolves that lived in Egrain. He was born the younger pup of twins, his older brother always one step ahead of him, but Vincent never once felt anything other than love and admiration for his older brother. They were both inseparable, Vincent clinging to his brother like a moth to light. They were known, their differences clear as day. Vincent the shy, gentle little pup and his brother the bold, adventurous one.
At the age of 15, both twins fell in love with the same boy, an silver boy, which brought them both into the silvers’ line of sight. The Silvers and the Hales had been enemies for a while, a grudge lodged so deep within their very core, the sheer idea of their heirs mating with each other.. unthinkable. With their reputation at stake, the leaders of both groups came together after two were found fooling around together. The pack had known of Vincent’s infatuation for a while, so when it was said a wolf fled the silver boy’s bedroom - the blame instantly fell on Vincent. Knowing that it wasn’t him, but could have only been the one person in the world looking exactly like him - Vincent took the fall. His older sister, the one leading the pack didn’t question it, they all knew Vincent was worth less than his brother.
The decision made was final: Exile.
The young wolf was not sent to his death alone, he was sent to live with a pack in the woods, nomads that never stayed long in any place. He grew up among them, presented as an omega shortly after he was sent away, but his broken heart never quite healed so he’s stayed alone. Due to living as one with nature, Vincent learned how to make salves and potions, how to treat wounds in cases of emergency and taking care of others. He’d always wanted to help, to heal, to support, so he found his role in the pack easily.
He found out about Athos not long ago from one of the tradesmen buying materials from the pack. He overheard some of them talking and decided to leave. One night, during guard duty swap, he ran. Weeks later, he finally made his way to the village and his skills as a healer were enough for him to be accepted into pack Venois. The pack he was born into was very traditional in its belief, the one he grew up with a lot more modern. Vincent himself prefers the traditional way, but doesn’t quite care what other people do.
All he wants is to find a place he feels like he belongs, some peace and maybe.. just maybe, love.
Is that [KEKOA KEKUMANO]? No, that’s [MALEKO KELI’I]. The [20] year old [ALPHA] [MALE] is a [BLACKSMITH] of/in the [VENOIS] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [DARING] & [UNYEILDING], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [CRUDE] & [CHAUVANISTIC]. Their friends also say that they’re into [ORAL, SCENTING/MUSK, TPE, MARKING] but don’t even think about trying [GORE, SCAT, LOVEMAKING] with them. [ZEN, 25, HE/HIM, EST]
Maleko’s sire and dame fled to Athos before he was even born. Two omegas of noble bloodlines who had no chance of being together had they remained in Egrain, so Athos became their beacon in the dark. It was truly a place where they could be in love free from the political pressures compelling them to mate with their respective betrothed alphas.
It was in the village that they managed to conceive a son together and worked diligently to provide him with a loving home. It was from them Maleko learned all that he knew and it was because of them that he grew accustomed to a soft life. They were gentle, kind, and taught him to appreciate the natural beauty in the world that surrounded him. Maleko carried these home lessons with him until they ceased to be sufficient. He was a late bloomer, comfortable mimicking the behaviors his omega fathers exhibited, so when he did finally present as alpha at the ripe age of twenty, he flipped his household on its head.
Maleko’s first rut was a nightmare for all involved. He had the aggression and virility of an adult wolf with no mechanisms to cope with his changing body. Sure his fathers began to suspect he might’ve been an alpha with the way he had been gaining inches and pounds in the weeks leading up to the rut, but they had no way of knowing he’d go completely out of control. Maleko was suddenly boisterous and foul-mouthed. He could barely fit in the house constructed to accommodate his fathers' smaller statures and seemed to harbor no respect for them at all. Maleko was breaking things and breeding omegas nonstop for days, and when the rut finally passed his behaviors barely managed to taper. At their wits’ end, Maleko’s fathers knew they had no choice but to accept that he was too old and too much to play happy family with them. They had him relocate to the alpha cabins and get a job with the pack. Learning to hammer metals all day has proven to be an excellent outlet for Maleko’s burst of strength and vigor, but he’s throwing his weight as an alpha around for the first time and doesn’t want to waste his days on the earth holding back for anyone. He’s become a rather brash addition to the alpha cabin, so sure in his belief that omegas (and many alphas of Athos) are beneath him. Though Athos is all he knows and he can’t understand the compulsion of his elders to maintain pack divisions. A hole is a hole, a body is a body. He’d readily use any omega in the village, for his lasciviousness is boundless.
Is that [JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN]? No, that’s [ETHAN LIAM MONROE]. The [51] year old [ALPHA] [MALE] is a/an/the [COOK] of/in the [SABRE] pack. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be [ENERGETIC] & [OPTIMISTIC], but they urge you to be cautious, because they’re also known to be [DISORGANIZED] & [POSSESSIVE]. Their friends also say that they’re into [BREEDING & VOYEURISM] but don’t even think about trying [DIRTY TALK & HUMILIATION/DEGRADATION] with them. [MELLI, 30, SHE/HER, GMT+1]
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Ethan Liam Monroe
Nickname(s): n/a
Age: 51
Secondary Gender: Alpha
Occupation: Cook in the Sabre Pack
Pack (born): Samira (dame), Johann (sire) + eight siblings
Mate (former): Benjamin (deceased)
Likes: cooking, playing with & looking after pups, animals, the sky
Dislikes: traditional lifestyles (alphas > omegas etc.), being told what he can and can't do, food waste, hurting animals
APPEARANCE
Height: 6'1
Weight: 180 pounds (we like jdm before he dropped 45 pounds)
Build: muscular up to some degree, but not perfectly toned.
Hair Color: Brown-black
Eye Color: Hazel
Wolf Color: this is him, he's quite big and black with a white patch around his neck
SEX
Kinks: Alphas (lol), Voyeurism (he really likes to watch others have sex), Marking, Biting, Scenting, Gentle & sweet love making tbh
Note: He's vers with a preference for Alphas (or dominant Omegas).
Ethan was born in a small fishing village, where he learned early on how hard life could be without royalty looking over you. He was the sixth of eight children, so the pressure was always high and every single one of them tried to best the other at every turn. He grew up thinking he had to be like them, a fisher - a hunter, a provider but as he grew older, he learnt that he didn't have to be like them.
He spent a lot of time with his dame, watching them cook for the village with a few others and he was fascinated by the process. More often than not, he'd rather stay home and help cook - than spend the entire day fishing. The act of killing had never been his favorite, despite knowing that it was hypocritical to cook and eat the fish (or other game occasionally) anyway, but refuse to kill it, but that didn't change the way he felt. He presented as an Alpha, much to everybody's surprise, but that didn't stop him from doing the things he enjoyed. He grew taller and stronger, but his heart remained the same.
In his late twenties, Ethan found love in a the lap of a fellow Alpha. Uncommon, not exactly wanted by the village, but since Ethan was already breaking all the rules by enjoying Omega activities, nobody seemed really surprised by this. They knew the chances for offspring were abysmal, but the couple didn't care at the time. They were happy together and despite being side-eyed by the people of the village, they were allowed to be.
When the Crown's soldiers marched into the little village twenty years later, Ethan was one of fourteen to escape alive. His mate did not. Athos was a myth, but with nothing left to lose, the survivors set out to find that magical place. Weeks later, only seven of them were left. Another few weeks later, it was only Ethan. Not all had died, some had abandoned their journey to live in Egrain, but Ethan didn't want that.
Athos was all he hoped for.
The Sabre pack is the perfect fit for him, cooking for the village is a dream come true and knowing that his pack doesn't care about his second gender is amazing. He's all for uniting the three packs to form one big, strong pack, but would never think of pushing them into it. He believes in freedom for all.
&&. cauldron above, ( alondra rivera ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( she ) is affiliated with ( the garden ). ( she ) is a(n) ( 103 / appears 19 ) year old ( nymph / half-wild hunt ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( tashi rodriguez ). ( she ) has been said to be ( flirtatious & adventurous ) but also quite ( naive & easily distracted ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( a thorn ). // ace
~*{ like a river flows }*~
full name: alondra neva rivera
born: july 2nd | cancer
aesthetics: babbling brooks, moon-lit pools, fresh water, skipping stones, sandalwood, damp hair, jasmine blooms, pruney fingers, effervescent laughter, smooth stones, bruised knees, crickets at dusk, love at first sight
basic physical stats: 5’7 | curly black hair | warm brown eyes
distinctive features: freckles | lithe frame | full lips
notable connections: melody starling, half-brother & half-sister (wc,) the garden, the thorns, the wild hunt
wings
biography:
It is not unheard of for a Fae of The Garden or Wild Hunt to have multiple destined mates, and Alondra’s parents were one of those lucky enough to be blessed in such a way. While it would take several centuries before the three came together, it was only a matter of time before the three dipped themselves into the Spring of Eden and became one for eternity. Alondra’s father, Andres Rivera, was a revered member of the Wild Hunt who spent most of his life protecting the walls of The Garden and the precious Nymphs who lived and danced within its walls. Andres, while thought of highly and desired by Nymph and Wild hunt alike, never expected to amount to anything great in life. He was the youngest of five children of two full blooded Wild Hunt Fae — his father, a long retired tracker, and his mother a seasoned hunter and several centuries younger — who hoped he would meet his match and have the happy union his parents did, but knew that not everybody did. Andres planned on leading a simple life, doing his duty to The Garden and enjoying the thrills and comradeship of his thriving wolf pack. Yet that did not stop him from imagining what life might be, should he meet his mate. His parents — Alondra’s grandparents, whom she loves dearly — loved each other more than anybody he had ever met, and did not hide their affection for one another from their litter of children.
It was because of this openness that Andres would allow his imagination to run wild from time to time, his head in the clouds as he stared up at the endless blue sky. It was something he became known for as he grew from pup to wolf; Andres could often be found at the end of his patrol, his back propped up against ivy covered walls, face tilted upward and a wistful smile on his face from time to time as he thought of loving someone who was meant to be his and only his. This routine went on for years with little upset; as the sun rose or sank beneath the trees, there Andres would be, blissfully painting the life he never expected to have.
Until one day, someone was looking back at him.
Edelira was the first of his loves to come into his life. Peering down at him from the high walls of The Garden — her eyes full of wonder and circled by dark lashes — she was gone in a flash when she realized he’d spotted her. He would not learn until later that she had been watching him for many moons, once he’d finally gotten the courage to call up to her and ask her her name. After they finally introduced themselves to one another, it came as a shock to Andres that he could become so close, so quickly to someone who was not of his kin. Edelira was a vision of beauty, gentle, but had a quick wit that would leave him roaring with laughter and his sides feeling as if he was being stabbed over and over again. A nymph with delicate wings that glittered like stars, Andres found himself falling in love with her, though it would be many years before he realized that she loved him, too. Edelira and Andres entire friendship consisted of Andres looking skyward and Edelira beaming down at him; each and every conversation happened in that way, as Edelira was a nymph of the Orchard, whom had chosen to stay within the safety with her sisters of The Garden once she had come of age.
But everything changed for Edelira when she met Andres, and with the Rose Queen’s permission, Edelira ventured outside the Garden to meet the man who starred at the sky. It was with this meeting that Andres and Edelira learned that their friendship was so much more — yet it was not quite that of a mating bond, much to their dismay. But this fact did not stop them from seeing each other, nor did it stop Edelira from eventually inviting him into the Garden. But it was within the Garden that Edelira had something of a secret. While she was growing to love Andres more and more with each passing day, Edelira had a similar bond with a fellow nymph. Neva was Edelira’s everything; they had grown up in the Garden together, and were inseparable in ways outside of friendship. So much so that it was decades before Edelira introduced Neva to Andres, as she worried that the special relationship she had with each of her lovers might ruin what she had with the other. Both courtesans, neither were strangers to inviting others into their beds, and Edelira had expected Andres to be a simple passing fling… yet when Edelira brought him home for the very first time, the bond that Edelira and Neva had suddenly seemed to make perfect sense. Neva and Edelira, who were known by the Nymphs to love each other more than anything in the world — they had blossomed together, trained together, and planned on raising a little family of nymphets together when the time came — suddenly understood not only why the mating bond had not been forged between themselves, but why it had never happened for Edelira and Andres, either.
Meeting Edelira and Neva together was like being struck straight in the chest for Andres. His love for Edelira had been slow growing, like a delicate orchid being cultivated into a beautiful blossom, but Neva? The mating bond that exploded between the three of them left him breathless. His love for Neva was instant, like a match catching flame — and it was all because the three were not meant to find mates alone, but destined to never be without the other two. That very same night, the three made their journey to the Spring of Eden, and it was as if they had never been apart, and Andres need not look at the sky anymore, because he had been gifted with a sunrise and sunset that put the real thing to shame.
Getting to know Neva was one of the easiest things Andres ever did. It was no surprise why Edelira loved her so much, nor why she had been so frightened to introduce them to one another for fear of loosing them both. Where Edelira was gentle and soft, Neva was regal and elegant. Edelira was fresh fallen snow, and Neva was crystal perfect ice. It would be many decades more before they would start a family together, but soon Edelira and Neva left the Garden for good, and the three made a home together within the Widowed Oak.
Neva was the first to become pregnant, and soon a baby boy — a willful Wild Hunt Fae — was born. Try and she might to have a child of her own, Edelira was seemingly unable to conceive. Though, it mattered not. Neva’s son was in every way Edelira’s, and the three raised him together, as well as the baby girl Neva bore shortly after. Unlike Neva and Edelira, their first daughter did not grow up in The Garden as they did. Rather, the two siblings grew up within Cloverwood Forrest and their little home. Edelira had long since accepted that she would never bare her own child, and was content with raising the two perfect children they already had — she had all but lost hope, when finally, Edelira became pregnant with Alondra.
Edelira’s pregnancy went perfectly — with no complications, Alondra was expected to be born without complication. Yet, tragedy struck at the worst time possible. Weeks before Alondra’s birth — when her siblings were not much older than she is now — Neva had gone to a nearby market to purchase herbs to help with Edelira’s contractions when they became. On her journey home, Neva was attacked by fae hunters, her wings stripped from her limp body. Andres, Edelira, and their two children would go searching for her when she was not back by the next morning, only to be met with a horror they had never imagined.
It was Neva’s death that would shape Alondra’s childhood. Fearful that a similar fate could befall Edelira, Andres and his remaining mate made the decision that a heavily pregnant Edelira would once more enter the garden and raise their unborn child from the walls within. Edelira and Andres would have to live separately, and though the decision seemed rash to others, their heartbreak was the reason for such a difficult decision. Alondra’s half-sister was given the choice to stay with Andres or live in the Garden with Edelira, but she chose to remain with her brother and father. They would be able to visit, of course, but it was no less heart wrenching when Edelira left their home and returned to the place she had been born.
Alondra was born early, caused by the stress of Neva’s death and Edelira’s sorrow of losing her very first love. With dragonfly wings that shined like aquamarine and sapphires, Alondra’s childhood was very different from that of her half siblings. Alondra grew and thrived in the Garden as Neva and Edelira had, and quickly showed promise as a skilled courtesan — she was flirtatious, adventurous, and try as she might to show her mother otherwise, naive and somewhat immature. While her siblings and father shared a bond unlike anything she had ever seen, Alondra was not able to see them often, as her mother tried to keep her within the safety of the Garden. She grew up on stories of the outside world and her siblings adventures, and longed for nothing more than to see Astralis for herself and venture outside the Garden walls — so much so that the minute her father and siblings visited, she insisted on sitting together and hearing everything they had done since their last visit. Who they had met, what they had seen — Alondra drank it all in, eager to one day explore the world on her own.
Yet, it simply didn’t seem like that was her destiny. Edelira raised Alondra with the explicit intention of Alondra remaining within the Garden and living out her life in the Orchard, where the Wild Hunt protected them from the humans who had taken Neva from them. Neva, who Alondra wanted nothing more to be like, because her mother, father, and siblings painted the picture of the most extraordinary woman in the world. Try as she might to convince her mother to allow her to once day leave the Garden, Edelira would not budge, too afraid to lose another member of their family. Alondra was too soft, too gentle, too kind; the world would tear her apart if she ever left.
For many years, Alondra accepted her fate — until she was old enough to explore the Garden on her own, and began to hear more stories from the outside world. Thorns — femme fatals who used their looks and Garden-honed skills to seduce the highest ranking of fae, who explored the Courts in the name of their Rose Queen. Alondra decided then and there that that was what she would become, though her mother informed her that to be a Thorn was to be a silent weapon, to use the gifts that they had been given at birth to manipulate dangerous people and expose the worst of secrets. Edelira insisted that her daughter was too gentle to become such a thing — better that she allow herself to be gentle and kind for the rest of her days and not trouble herself with the horrors of the outside world.
But try as she might to convince her daughter, Alondra was set in her decision — and so began her training as a Thorn. But despite how hard she tried, it quickly became obvious that she might not have what it took to become a seductress. Alondra learned how to manipulate and seduce as well as the other nymphs in training, and yet, she did not become the elegant woman she had hoped. Rather, her teachers always told her that she needed to be less of herself and more the part she was training to be. She was bubbly, naive, and a little air-headed — traits that made Alondra angry, because she did not want to change herself, yet wanted nothing more in the world than to be a proper Thorn, a dagger laid atop red velvet. Because of this, Alondra’s training seemed to slow — she took more time to learn than the others did, to perfect the art of elegance and the danger of a hidden smile. That is, until one of her teachers finally took her aside, and told her something that has become her mantra — use it.
It was those two simple words that flipped a switch for Alondra. She would use her naivety — she would use the way that nobody took her seriously to her advantage. People seemed to trust her more, to assume she was not a threat because she laughed like she was still a nymphet and played like she had never left childhood behind. Soon enough, it became clear that Alondra would be as good a Thorn as the rest of them — in her own way, using her childlike glee to trick people into a false sense of security. Once she learned to embrace what she at first wished to be rid of, Alondra thrived, able to use her doll eyes and pouted lip to trick even the hardest of people into revealing the secrets they kept. Why would anybody have to worry about a girl like her? She was harmless, wasn’t she?
She became a beautiful flower, poisonous to the touch of an unexpected hand.
Alondra has at long last finished her training within the Garden, and though her mother is fearful for her safety, she is ready to brave the dangerous world and practice her perfected skills. Now, the time has come for her to venture outside of the only place she has ever known, time to brave the world and make her Rose Queen proud. A rose she may seem, but Alondra is in every way a Thorn — and she plans to prove that softness is not a weakness, but rather a powerful weapon simply laying in wait.
&&. cauldron above, ( kenji mizuchi ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( he ) is affiliated with ( the summer court ). ( he ) is a ( 347 / appears 30 ) year old ( lesser fae ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( tony thornburg ). ( he ) has been said to be ( debonair & skillful ) but also quite ( choleric & erratic ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( the court poisoner ).
Only son of Mizuchi Akio x Fujita Naomi;
Step-brother to Hiro Tanaka;
Your poison guy™;
Has been a Summer Court attendant for the last 198 years;
Pair-bonded with a Summer Court Sea-Serpent;
her name is Ikuchi;
Is the best poisoner around;
not once has his poisons been detected by the victim;
Has many lovers (wanted connections!);
All of his poisons have been tested by him before he sells them to his client;
not all poisons are to cause injury;
some poisons are healing;
some poisons are for show;
Plays the sanshin very well;
His village his prized for it’s fishing port at the annual Wisteria Festival;
&&. cauldron above, ( iris Wakefield ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( she ) is affiliated with ( the dawn court ). ( she ) is a(n) ( 386 / appears 35 ) year old ( nymph ). it’s been said that ( she ) resembles ( Jenna Dewan ). ( she ) has been said to be ( loyal & intelligent ) but also quite ( sly & quick-tempered ). ( she ) is currently serving as ( princess in dawn court ).// taking WC for Elias Wakefield sibling
BASICS
Name: Iris Wakefield
Nicknames/Alias: N/a
Face Claim: Jenna Dewan
Age: 386/appears 35
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Nymph
Rank: Princess in Dawn Court
PERSONALITY
Iris is an enigma. She’s seduction and pleasure, fun and easy going. But there’s a dark side, that is cut-throat and direct. Because her emotions are so intense they can swing at the drop of a hat. She’s the epitome of classy and bougie. Nothing but the finest for Iris will do. She has no qualms with speaking her mind, and just as easily as she can garner your attention, she wouldn’t hesitate in destroying a person that crossed her.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Alistair Wakefield (father) & Cressida Latif(mother)
Siblings: Elias Wakefield
Ex Husband: Leo Fletcher
THE BIO
Wakefield was a name to be proud of. It had been a name that was revered all across Astralis. A noble family that had honor and instilled fear when one found themselves on the wrong side of the royal family. That was until it was stolen from them.
Iris was born fifty years after Alistair’s oldest, Elias. Her mother, Cressida, was a Garden Nymph. From the moment she found that she was with child, she never expected anything from the High Lord Wakefield. It had been an utter surprise when he wanted to raise his daughter within his court. Of course with the authority that the man commanded, Cressida agreed, not feeling that his tone brooked argument. She also thought of her daughter, who would have the spoils of a royal family, whereas she could not provide her any of these things.
Being a Wakefield was all that Iris knew. She always felt that she belonged and was accepted within the family, but in her heart of hearts her genetics were different. She didn’t share Dawn’s wings, nor their ability to daydream. She was a nymph through and through. She felt things stronger than one could possibly ever understand, and it made her feel weak. She kept it to herself, only sharing the thoughts with her mother when she visited the Garden. Cressida did not allow Iris to live ignorantly of her nymph side. She taught her everything about where she came from, and enlisted other nymphs to teach her how to use her art of seduction, and how to weaponise lust and how to bring someone to their knees in pure bliss when she came of age. What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for in wit and emotional manipulation. As sweet as Cressida was, it barely shone through with Iris as her mother had hoped. There was always something darker within her. While she knew that her daughter, like all nymphs felt things much stronger than most, Cressida always wondered what the mixture of Wakefield would bring about in her sweet creation.
As she grew older, Iris used the gifts of being an extreme empath and her mind-blowing skills of pleasure to her advantage throughout the years. Happily doing whatever was needed at the behest of her father or her brother. Being a Wakefield was a thrill of power and command. She didn’t ask for respect and acceptance, she took it by any means necessary.
The first fifty years of her life were grand until everything her family had built was snatched from them. Her family set to be exiled, but at least they would be together. They could build a life, dominate another land. Iris was calm about the decision. Astralis couldn’t handle them. They could not stand the power that the Wakefield family exuded. When it was time to board the boat one by one her family boarded. When it came time for Iris to board, the last to do so, arms wrapped around her small frame pulling her back. Holding her firmly rooted in place as she thrashed and attempted to fight, she watched as the family sailed away to another land and she was stuck as Dawn’s prisoner. Surely a means to punish her and to punish the family by taking their princess away from them. Perhaps that was the plan all along, never give them a whole family to be exiled together, but to take one away from the fold, to add further insult to their banishment.
Her captivity wasn’t brutal by normal standards, but to keep her hidden away, her freedom not her own was a torture all its own. She was a nymph deprived of affection, of pleasure. That in itself was a pain that was more excruciating than she could ever describe. The agony turned to anger, and it became the single most prevalent emotion that she felt and with the intensity that she felt everything, it was all encompassing. Iris developed a plan to get out. With this new culture of dawn, the constant parties and orgies, gave her the perfect persuasive tool. She would offer to be a party favor of sorts. At a little bit of spice to every party. Her offer worked like a charm, getting her out for the parties, and when she was out, she became the life of the party, but she also schemed. As she saw the state of the court that she once loved, as more of a party than a court and it made her even angrier.
Iris learned every regular party goer. She learned the guards, and smooth talked, seduced and distracted. She had a few test runs to see how effective her plan would be. With every test, she saw success. Her next move was escape, and escape she did, running to the one place that she still could say she had family - The Garden. Her mother accepted her with open arms, allowing her to hide away in the Garden, clinging to the only family she had left.
Once Iris recovered from the time she spent separate from anyone she cared about, she communicated with her brother, sending him letters. She was practically his eyes on the outside. Iris didn’t claim many emotions, but the two that hit her the hardest was the longing for her family and her anger. Sure her mother was family, but she wasn’t the family she’d spent the better part of her early life with. She also felt hate and anger for those that thought that this punishment and banishment was just. To sit on a throne that wasn’t theirs, and make a mockery of the Wakefield’s court enraged her. It was why she reported through letters any information she could to her brother.
When the high lord took his last breath, she sat on pins and needles awaiting the rightful heir to the throne to take it back. Her brother sending for her, to come home to Dawn where she belonged perfectly righted her life, back with the family in their rightful place.
&&. cauldron above, ( finnian “nikolas smith” ambrose ) was just spotted in the fae lands — word has it ( he ) is/are affiliated with ( autumn court / spring court ). ( he ) is a(n) ( 250 / appears 32 ) year old ( warrior fae ). it’s been said that ( he ) resembles ( derek theler ). ( he ) has been said to be ( cunning & astute ) but also quite ( enigmatic & charming ). ( he ) is currently serving as ( second in command of autumn court’s guard / undercover spy for spring court ). @ahqstart
BASICS
Name: Finnian Ambrose
Nicknames/Alias: Bear Schaefer (birth name), Finnian Ambrose (adopted name), Finn & Finny (Spring Court Nicknames); Nikolas Smith (Autumn Court Alias), Nik & Niko (Autumn Court Nicknames)
Face Claim: Derek Theler
Age: 250 / appears 32
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Species: Warrior Fae
Rank: Second in Command of Court Guard (Autumn Court), Undercover Spy (Spring Court)
PERSONALITY
Finnian is a great actor. Honestly, he could not think of a time when he could not shed pretenses and identities like clothing to slightly fit the situations, and people, around him. Whatever, and whomever, those around required, he gave. It was easy, like breathing, for Finn. Hell, it was what got him adopted. He has a innate talent to read those around him and anticipate their wishes. His charming nature works well with that knack.
Finn learned early on that as long as he could become whomever those around needed, he would always have a place. Never would he be discarded. At least, that was his hope.
RELATIONSHIPS
Parents: Hector Ambrose (adoptive father - alive), Melody Ambrose [nee Flowers] (adoptive mother - alive), Milo Schaefer (birth parent - deceased), Fillippa Schaefer [nee Braun]
Siblings: None.
Spouse: N/A
Current Partner: N/A
Current Allies (as Autumn): Winter Court, Spring Court (unofficially); Current Allies (as Spring): Winter Court
Current Enemies (as Autumn): Summer Court & Night Court; Current Enemies (as Spring): Dawn Court
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Hair Colour: Dark Blond/Light Brown
Eye Colour: Blue
Distinguishing Marks: Towering height, broad form/body build, long blond hair, calloused hands, scars from battle - scar on the palm of his left hand, one on his right rib cage and a long scar on his left shin.
THE BIO
Bear Schaefer was his birth name. Born to a nearly forgotten couple of nomadic Warrior Fae, only in his darkest nights did he recall their names. ...Milo and Filippa Schaefer. Like any Warrior child, it was bloodshed and warfare that stole his parents away from him. Soon after, Bear’s days blurred together. As, for a while, he met a steady exchange of hands and homes from his parent’s friends. Even some distant family members. Young Bear did not remember when he landed in the orphanage, tucked away in the warmth and floral scented land called Spring Court - just that he had. Nor did he keep count of the days between when he stopped being Bear Schaefer and became Finnian Ambrose. That too, he forgot.
Hector and Melody Ambrose were a childless, ambitious Lesser Fae couple. In addition to being without heirs, the pair were nearly penniless. When they met, Hector was without a trade. The last living son of a minor lord within Spring Court, he was legitimized on his father’s deathbed. Melody was the daughter of of a bladesmith. The newly recognized Hector Ambrose struggled to make both a name from himself and a lasting impression to his court-aligned betters. He, and his family, could not keep up nor imitate their lavish lifestyles. As whatever wealth his father, or his father before him once had, no longer existed.
While under his mother-in-law’s tutelage as a bladesmith, Hector found a dual niche that would aid him in the attempt to stand out against the minor lords of Spring Court. An orphaned Warrior child named Bear. And yes, the name was strong, but it would not do for a son of his. He was named Finnian Ambrose instead. With Finn’s adoption came the newfound appearance of benevolence and the Ambroses used it as the foundation to relaunch their name. After Finnian’s addition, everything seemed to fall into place for the Ambrose family. The depleted fortune grew into a decent sum with the sale of beautiful weapons that Hector crafted. And who would be a better spokesfae, sampler, and seller of the goods than a Warrior son? The boy had an innate likeability and knack for understanding others. Using him, it seemed, worked. Through the effort of all three, the name Ambrose and fine weaponry within Spring, and possibly even beyond, were linked.
As an adult, Finnian’s decision to join Spring Court’s military was perfect for Hector and Melody. With a son as strong and magnetic as Finnian, they knew that this, too, would bring them one step closer to the respect that Hector craved for the family. And well... if their only child rose high enough within the ranks of Spring’s military? That was another perk as well. And while Finn was promoted, unbeknownst to his ambitious parents, it was in espionage. Apparently, he was great at it. From pretending to be an offshoot bastard Deerling to overthrow potential rebellious plots against the high lord to reveling in being an absolute brutal force when needed. Finnian succeeded.
It was only right that he was chosen, a century ago for an undercover position. One without an end date attached. He was to do what Warriors did best - migrate to and blend into an unofficial ally court, infiltrate wherever he could, and discreetly report back whenever possible. The operation was known only to Ares and whomever the high lord deemed fit. Along with the secrecy of the charge, only Ares would know of Finn’s true identity. Meanwhile, his parents, the ambitious pair that they were, believed that Finn was commissioned on a far, away assignment. Which wasn’t a complete lie. From now until his assignment ended, he was now was Nikolas Smith. And Nik had a job to do.
